I need a black man like I need a women’s touch
like roses laced with sweet songs of pitter patter down long
San Francisco hallways

I need a black man like I need a women’s touch
Blue-Black, thick
all confused and tied up
Shut lip, over hang in the hip
98th street style with a brief case

I need a black man like I need a woman’s touch
Soft lips on fingertips of oppression
Dip in grandma’s special recipe of love
Like a tax-return on the day before you file

I need a black man like I need a women touch
Knitting together flying shadows of slave stories
Drum rhythms in my footstep
Kissed
In my nearly
grown women’s places
the palm of my hand

I need a black man like I need a women’s touch
In the place of what mother wants
And what my lioness yearns for
In the place of little girl diaries
And secret locks
in the place where the heart meets that pillow
And we grow
I need a black man like I need a women’s touch

Not with sex laced ears of lust
I want a black man of intelligent status
Respectable nature
Friendly disposition
I need a black man to re-create the black family.

I need a black man like I need a women’s touch
with no preconceived notions
or unfilled fan-tah-seas
Across ocean and pacific time space

I need a black man like I need a women’s touch
Like a holy revival
Sistah-Gretchen-done-got-the-Holy-Spirit-I-need-a-black-man
Like I crave for a women touch

I need balance
Inner peace
Spiritual journey
Discovery
I need a women’s touch
Like the changing of time​

i have been a member for a while, but i have recently started visiting and this is one of the first poems i have read. all i can say is, yeah. that is tight. you remind me of a young nikki g. i love it. continue to do your thing girl.